Swallowed 소설 & 이야기

“Swallow it all.” His hips slam into me, harder and harder, until his cock hits the back of my throat with every thrust. I can’t breathe. Pain shoots through my jaw and my throat burns. Then suddenly he stiffens, shudders, and hot spurts flood my mouth. The taste is vile, salty and bitter, and I gag, choking as it forces its way down. I try to swallow, but some spills when I retch. It dribbles down my chin, sticky and humiliating. Eli’s eyes snap down, and his expression hardens.

He said, "I'm going to cum. I want you to swallow it." I felt his dick swell up and then I felt squirt after squirt after squirt of hot, salty, bitter cum hit the back of my throat. It felt like he blew a hole in the back of my head. I had unknownly swallowed half of it before I started to swallow the rest of it. His cum tasted good and I wanted more, so I kept sucking his dick for another hour until he came again.

Ted's expression darkened. Under my horrified gaze, he grabbed the fork, speared a tortellini, and held it to my lips. "Here, babe. Open your mouth." I opened my mouth mechanically. The chewy meat filling and the springy pasta shell rolled around in my mouth, and a burst of rich juice exploded in my mouth. This should've been one of life's greatest pleasures, but right now, it felt like the delicious morsel was stuck in my throat. I couldn't swallow it no matter how hard I tried. It was as if the pork filling had grown tiny little hooks that were now caught in my throat.

Something very much still attached to its owner. Something alive, something made of flesh and blood. Something that squirmed and pulsed in me. I tried to cover my teeth with my lips so that they weren’t even in contact with the soft flesh on which they currently rested. My mouth was filled to the brim and the sensation reminded me of a time when I had stuck two fingers down my throat in an attempt to vomit. It had felt strangely good at the time, a pleasant feeling mixed with disgust and pain.

I looked horrible. I swallowed hard. Then again. And fucking again. Trying desperately to force the lump lodged in my throat to disappear. It wouldn't move. Wouldn't budge. It felt like someone had dropped a stone straight down my throat and left it there, heavy and immovable. Every swallow hurt. Every breath hurt. Everything hurt. I bit down hard on my lip to stop the tears from falling. Hard enough that a metallic taste bloomed inside my mouth. I barely noticed it. "Just breathe," I whispered to myself.

Put it back in your mouth, swallow it all, don't you dare spill a drop. Elara's mouth enclosed on his shaft once again, sucking harder, cheeks caving in, tongue rolling furiously under and beneath the head, bobbing through his sharp thrusts. His whole being hardened, back arching off the bed, a loud moan spilled from his throat. She sucked harder, stroking the part her mouth couldn't fit; hot spurts hit the back of her throat, thick, creamy, and salty. "Swallow it all!" Kane growled, choking her. Elara gagged, swallowing greedily, sucking his tip, milking every last drop until he shuddered and let out heavy breaths, collapsing, his cock still in her mouth.

I smiled against his dick and continued my torture, dragging my lips in clockwise swirls and them anti clockwise swirls around the throbbing head of his dick till it oozed with precum. He groaned, his stomach hardening into ridges and grabbed my hair to hold me in place and began slamming into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat with frantic thrusts. He shook uncontrollably, muttering broken words before a hot, thick flood filled my mouth. He came with a force that made his whole body shudder, but even then, he didn't get soft. “Swallow.” He breathed heavily and I obeyed "Good girl," he whispered. "Now, spit in my hand."

I kept sucking, my eyes watering, my body trembling. He thrust deeper, hitting the back of my throat, and held there. I gagged again, but he didn’t relent. His cock pulsed, throbbed, and then he was coming, hot, thick streams of cum shooting directly down my throat. He groaned, long and loud, his fingers pressing harder against my neck. “Swallow it,” he commanded, voice husky. “All of it.” I did. I swallowed around his cock, taking every drop, the salty warmth coating my tongue and sliding down my throat. He stayed buried, letting me milk him until he softened.

My own fingers moved faster between my legs. “I’m going to come,” he warned, voice strained. “Swallow every drop. Don’t you dare spill any.” I hummed in agreement and took him as deep as I could. He came with a low, broken groan, pulsing thick ropes of cum straight down my throat. I swallowed greedily, again and again, feeling the hot spurts slide into my stomach. There was so much that a little escaped the corner of my mouth and ran down my chin, but I kept sucking, kept swallowing, until the last tremor left him and he finally eased his grip on my hair.

I'm suddenly not hungry, the food unappetising, yet I know I just continue to chew and swallow. Zeus hates wasted food; it's one of his pet peeves. So despite not wanting to, I eat everything on my plate. Chewing until I can't anymore, then swallow my food with a large lump in my throat. I can feel the food descending my throat and falling into my stomach, where a pit slowly forms.